AI art by me.

I leaned back and smiled.

It was a slow and small smile because it was all I felt like trying. God, she’d worn me out!

She’s puttering around the house and kitchen. Her bare and red-marked ass on full display, as it should be after a punishment. Don’t text me back for two hours and see what happens, Little Girl. Took her out front, bent her over the fence and used the strap on her. Took her way past sobs and pleading…even past submission to letting me do as I pleased. I was pissed! She knew it, felt it, and would take whatever I dished out to her because she deserved it.

We’d come back in and she’d tried very hard to earn forgiveness through her oral skills, which are considerable. Took her time with it, too. Fixed me a drink first, then took position, tied her hair back, and did all my favorites. It had been damned good!

So I could blame my lethargic state on being well-drained by her but I knew that wasn’t it. She knew that wasn’t it. Her smug little grin as she turned away from me while she passed by. She knew. The good ones always knew.

Subspace is place they go off into after a really session or scene and leave reality for a while. It’s blissful, peaceful, warm, and feels so very good. Coming back from it has to be handled with care which is why they called it Aftercare.

It’s been m y experience that Doms can get to the same place but it is different for them. I didn’t leave reality so much as I felt an augmented reality. Heh. It was akin to being high or just after being high. Yes, it’s very similar to after very good sex but it’s deeper than that.

Even if she hadn’t come in and sucked me so well, I know I’d be feeling the same way. Why? I’ll tell you why. She didn’t give me any excuses or lip for being pissed with her when I got home. She didn’t say a word when I had her fetch the strap that she hates the most. My girl walked outside into the front yard, stripped of her little short-shorts and bent over the rail to wait.

She didn’t flinch, clench, or squirm much at all but took it because I wanted her to take it. She knew that and she was keeping the vows she’d made to me as symbolized by the collar she wore on her throat. Damn, yes, she’s also my wife but that ring around her finger doesn’t hold have the weight or gravitas (yeah, learned that word) that her collar does. We’ve talked about it.

And after getting a pretty mean whipping, she came in and made it up to me best way she knew how. I can smell she’s cooking one of my favorites for dinner and I can bet she will serve to me in here and kneel next to me as we eat and watch some movie or something.

THAT’S why I feel this way. THAT’S what it is supposed to feel like when a Dom truly has his subs obedience, will, and heart. It’s heady stuff and very addicting. It’s a hell of a lot of work sometimes, too. A good Dom does the nasty phone calls his sub doesn’t want to do. He takes the car into the shop and waits a whole day for it because she hates how mechanics treat her. He does this without complaining either.

Yes, husbands can do the same and some do, but…I put it to you. How many of their wives cook them their favorite meal afterwards or give them mind-blowing or cock-sucking sex afterwards? Maybe a few. I’ll be generous. How many still gripe at him for being so late coming home or not taking out the trash? More than a few…I’ve seen it, heard it, and know it.

I just heard the lovely sound of a Coke can being opened. She’s getting ready to bring me a refill with the dinner. She walks in and now is wearing a barely there apron that she knows I love to see her in or out of it. It screams domestic goodwife and checks all the sexy boxes a man fantasized about seeing his wife wear.

Her little smug smile is there and I don’t mind it. She worked to earn that smugness. It belongs to her. It isn’t to show she knows better than me or is better than me. No, it’s there because she knows how much she is pleasing me and that pleases her a great deal.

I’m going to let you go now. Time for some one-on-one with my gal, my submissive, my little sexy slut, my wife, my lover, my best friend. I think you’ll understand. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.